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Rated T because I can.


Hurricane: Cereal

She came back because of course she did, no way in all the heavens would a goddess of war take such a brutal loss with any type of sportsmanship. That's just how they were, always dragging things on for longer than necessary.

Athena walked into his apartment, knocking and any other formalities forgone as she simply swung open his front door and made her way to his kitchen. The son of Poseidon was propped up against the kitchen counter, a bowl in his hand and a spoonful of cereal halfway up to his mouth.

"Uh, hello?" Percy greeted awkwardly as he watched the goddess with wide wary eyes suddenly at odds with that fact that she was here, in front of him again. He was starting to worry about how accustomed he was become to gods just barging into his home.

Athena narrowed her eyes on the bowl. "What are you eating?"

"Cereal." He answered like he didn't know if that was the response she wanted but was also very quick to protect his breakfast.

"Did you get that from Demeter?" She was dressed differently today, a white button up was tucked into her light jeans and her hair was up in a messy bun. Meanwhile, Percy was still in his pajamas.

"No, I got it from a convenient store. Like a normal person." Percy decided to finish the last of his cereal before the goddess could insult it anymore.

He could feel Athena watching him the entire time as he wandered the short distance to his sink. "You know the brands they sell there contain more sugar rather than anything healthy."

Pert snorted at the fact, leaving his empty bowl to be cleaned up later. "Did you really come all the way back here to critic my cereal."

"No, I came here this early in the morning in the hopes to catch you in a less infuriating state." When he turned back to her he could almost see her mind working, taking in his sluggish movements like they retained some sort of secret. He isn't a morning person, never was.

"Welp," Percy gestured to himself, his blue pajama bottoms and white shirt. "Here I am. Is it everything you could have hoped for?"

Athena's brows furrowed, unamused as his comment nearly made her eye twitch. Almost. "No, Jackson. You never have and never will meet my standards."

"Ouch." He tried to sound genuinely hurt but the word came off more condescending than he intended. "But if I am so below you then what are you doing here?" Percy walked past her whilst making his way to his living room. Busying himself with the hunt for his tv remote.

Athena stood to the side with an unhappy tenseness in her jaw. Her lips were tightly sealed as she watched the teen dig through his cushions. She took a moment to take in her surrounds becoming increasingly despondent at how empty the whole place felt. "You have lived in this place for over a year. Why is it still so, bland?"

Percy's head shot up from behind the black loveseat, a wrinkle in his nose. "Is this what you usually do? You just go to peoples houses and complain?"

"Most people have less to complain about. Well I supposed more is less in regards to this situation." Athena waved at the unoccupied wall space and large void between his few pieces of furniture. "They have pictures of family or artwork, better furniture than whatever hovel provided you with such a boring couch."

Percy huffed getting back on his feet giving up on the quest to find the remote for the moment. "It came with the apartment."

"Most likely because it was meant to be thrown out." Athena pointed out unapologetically.

"I'm offended." Percy grunted from his spot in the living room, crossing his arms.

"As you should be." Athena agreed not at all aware at the sarcastic undertones in Percy's face.

Percy rolled his green eyes and scoffed. "Don't bully my couch."

"It is an inanimate object Perseus, it does not feel anything." Grey eyes met his and Percy had a sore feeling that the two of them were no longer on the same level of thinking.

"That's not the point… you know what just forget it." Percy shook his head and took a breath. He really couldn't handle immortals this early in the morning. "Why are you here?"

The tenseness in Athena's jaw returned like she was struggling to say what she needed to as if her pride didn't allow her to stoop that low. "I have come to ask what it would take for you to start attending your classes. To propose a deal I suppose." Percy looked at her, honestly a little startled by the offer. "You made it very obvious yesterday that you don't like being told what to do so if we can come to an agreement then I see no reason why we can't try it your way."

"Yesterday. You mean when you broke my nose?" It had healed but she looked ready to break it all over again when she caught sight of the smirk threatening to turn up one of the corners of the teen's mouth but he laughed it off before she could respond. "Why are you out of everyone else so determined on getting me to go to this school."

She eyed him for a moment evidently unsure if she wanted to reveal such information. "Because it was my idea."

Ah, now it made sense. Who else would think of such a thing. "So it's pride?"

"I suppose," Athena shrugged. "But I do think you would benefit with some higher education. You are our champion after all and we might as well make sure you are at least educated like one. Did you not look at the classes you were assigned?" Percy gave her a blank stare and shook his head. No, of course he didn't he was too busy trying to outrun a box. He gave up eventually and just let the thing sit on his kitchen table, glaring at it ever once in a while in the hope that it would just go away. "We have enrolled you in level three greek language courses and AP english classes. A larger vocabulary has never done anyone harm."

Percy groaned at the thought, AP classes meant a lot of writing would have to be done and he wasn't great at turning in assignments to begin with. "You see, that is exactly why I don't want to go back to school."

Athena frowned. "You don't have another option." The morning sun was starting to filter through the tinted glass that made up most of the hero's eastern facing wall. She couldn't hear it from where she stood but it was almost certain that the morning rush hour had begun in all its rage inducing glory.

Percy chuckled and he was moving past her again. This child doesn't seem able to sit still. How he managed to buy an apartment and survive alone was beyond her. "You would be surprised at the things I can come up with."

"Hera has petitioned Olympus to send you to Hades to be assigned a position in Tartarus. To punish and watch over deadliest foes. I think your future is starting to look a little bleak, Perseus." The change in her attitude made him pause, her bluntness had jarred him. The reality of the situation shook him a little as a dark feeling crawled up his back. Percy didn't doubt they would throw him into Tartarus, he wouldn't put anything past a god, but if the decision was put up to a vote he was confident enough to believe that it wouldn't come to that.

He stood in front of her, eyes narrowed looking at nothing in particular. Thinking, she assumed. He had that same brooding look that his father got when he did that same thing. The teen really did look like Poseidon, now more than ever, a younger maybe more wilder version but the resemblance was still there.

After a moment the boy looked up, a soft twist in his light green eyes reminded her of the rolling waves in Greece. At night when Artemis drove her moon chariot through the sky the water would be pulled up, crashing into the shore, slowly eating away at the coastline. "You have a car, right?"

A few strands of black hair wiggled loose from her bun and fell around her slender face when she tilted her head to give him a confused look. "Yes, why?"

Percy looked pleased at her answer moving around her as he headed towards his room with a little more energy than he originally had when she had arrived. "You wanted a deal." He disappeared behind a closed door and the goddess could hear his voice get muffled beneath clothes. "Drive me somewhere," His bedroom door opened again and this time the teen came out where a simple pair of torn up jeans and a worn black shirt with what looked like a hoodie hung limp in his hand. "Then we'll talk."

He didn't give her the time to respond instead he was already out the front door. The small hallway outside his apartment was about five steps long it was home to the trash chute and a small mailbox both of which were built into the walls. Opposite his front door, on the other end of the hallway was the metal shutters of the elevator that ran the length of his entire building. The elevator dinged a common stock tune before swinging open. He looked back at her expectantly and she could only sigh and follow him.

Truly, what was she thinking. Making a deal with a son of Poseidon. The boy was probably going to lead her to destruction.


Authors Notes

Something a little shorter for y'all.

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